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Scotland
04:08
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Poor Mother of us all
you have left an open grave for me
you don't know who you are
sorrow is a modern ecstasy
Scotland
We will fight and we will toil
though our tears now flood the soil
and we’ll drink to brighter days
through the blood and through the haze
oh give your sorrow words
for the grief that does not speak
whispers to the heart and bids it now to break
Scotland
Underneath the yoke
everyday another wound to bear
can you hear the cry?
that rises up to heaven and rends the air
can you hear our prayer?
Heaven rest you now
receive what cheer you may
for the night is long enough
that never finds the day
you comfort me in dreams
but when, at last, I wake
you’re nowhere to be seen
and it’s more than I can take
Scotland
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2. |
Weary of the Sun
03:57
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I howl into the wind, my voice is in my blade
but there is no one left to hear
No man, of woman born, can take my soul away
I've long forgot the taste of fear
Come tonight, I'm weary of the sun
baby the sky's on fire the whole world's come undone
Ring them bells
, oh, ring ‘em out for me
yeah I made my bed, I’ll lie in this misery
There's nowhere else to fly
they’ve tied me to the ground
I live among the walking dead
Did you expect me now to play the Roman fool
I have become the cursed head
Come tonight, I'm weary of the sun
baby the sky's on fire the whole world's come undone
Ring them bells
, oh, ring ‘em out for me
yeah I made my bed, I’ll lie in this misery
Lay me down, down, down
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3. |
Night Music
04:28
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Stars hide your light,
Postpone the morning
Hand over time to night-
Out, out spot, quit me now,
As the shadows disperse
As the voices grow loud
Come away! Come away!
Come away with me she said
Come away! Come away!
We'll gild the sea in red
Out, out damned spot, I will
it so, why mar my hand
when washed clean of the kill?
Quell the glory, stop the song,
Damn my desires, damn the plan–
Banquo is dead, Banquo is gone.
Come away! Come away!
The magpie speaks of war
Come away! Come away!
Away to sleep no more
Tell me not of kings,
Weird though you may be
Lie or speak not to me.
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4. |
Exiled and Abroad
03:52
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As calling home our exiled friends abroad,
violent hands will perform in measure
in the unshrinking station of your cause
of sorrow with its air-drawn dagger.
In wicked dreams I would the friends we missed
keep the word of promise underwrit
baited with the cries of, “hold, enough!”
I see thee still, I see thee still
Pronounce it for me, both sides are even.
Pronounce it for me, pronounce it for me.
More hateful to mine ear, hired to bear
their staves that way the noise is fight,
and young, young, too young, his tale is told
his leafy screens thrown down, down, down.
Pronounce it for me, both sides are even.
Pronounce it for me, both sides are cloven.
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5. |
A Psalm for Duncan
04:27
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heavy are the hearts of men
who trusted in your throne, who gaze upon your bloody brow
bid the mountains fall on us and crush us in the wake
and banish us to weep no more
our tears will drown the wind
falling from a broken sky that angels cannot mend
oh your soul will take its flight
if it find heaven, I pray you find it out tonight
pity like a newborn child
will ride upon the wind, on sightless wings to chase the dawn
courier of dreadful news will blow the mournful tune
and stir up love in every eye
our tears will drown the wind
falling from a broken sky that angels cannot mend
oh your soul will take its flight
if it find heaven, I pray you find it out tonight
bloody drops like golden beads
lay on silver skin, colors of the evil trade
fairest king and fountainhead, spring of violent love
overcome us like a summer's cloud
our tears will drown the wind
falling from a broken sky that angels cannot mend
oh your soul will take its flight
if it find heaven, I pray you find it out tonight
I am just like one of you
with my hands stretched toward the blade
you were of a heart so true
with your hands stretched out for love
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6. |
Black Spirits
03:34
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Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Round about the cauldron go;
in the poison'd entrails go
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the rav’nous salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock from the dark,
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Oh, Black Spirits, come…
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7. |
Tomorrow
04:45
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Oh my queen, the light is fast asleep
Darkness comes as easy as a breath
Damn the daylight and every passing hour
That lights the weary path to dusty death
Brief candle out, out, out
Bid us rest
Tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace, day after day
Oh the sorrow, I’m drowning in the sorrow
Dark providence has its way, day after day
We are walking shadows, players on a stage
Stumbling around for just an hour
Say our lines, take a bow and then we're heard no more
Oh the sound and the fury of it all
Brief candle out, out, out
Curtain call
Tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace, day after day
Oh the sorrow, I’m drowning in the sorrow
Dark providence has its way, day after day
Day after day, there’s nothing left to say
Day after day
There would’ve been time for such a word
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8. |
Stars Hide Your Fires
05:15
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I look into the seeds of time, I have seen a bitter vine
Wrapped around a wilting tree, choking out the life of thee
Stars hide your fires, turn your lights from these black desires
Stars hide your fires, turn your lights, turn your lights
We have heard the witches’ tale
Can eyes of envy ever hide beneath a mourner's veil?
I would hold the present fears in me
Against these dark imaginings
You are but a simple man
You have but a feeble heart, I have the darkest plan
Thicker is the blood that flows through my veins
Remorse is but a faded stain
Stars hide your fires, turn your lights from these black desires
Stars hide your fires, turn your lights, turn your lights
Lady we will speak no more
Surely it’s the devil’s tune that we heard before
Evenhanded justice pours the wine, this poisoned cup of mine
I have seen the setting sun,
Never will it rise again till the deed is done
Cowardice will bow to dire cruelty, leave all the rest to me
Stars hide your fires, turn your lights from these black desires
Stars hide your fires, turn your lights, turn your lights
Oh but Lady if we fail? | We’ll not fail
Tell me can you read my face? | It’s a liar's tale
Do you hear the raven’s cry? | It summons thee
Leave all the rest to me
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9. |
Lady, My Love
04:43
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Oh Lady my love, what have we done
Lay hold of a crown, let go of a dove
The dead sleep in peace while we rot here above
Oh Lady my love, what have you become
A heartbeat of rage, rings out like a drum
Bitter your kiss, the taste on my tongue
They don’t now the half of it
These sleepwalking dreams of daggers and kings
They can't feel the heat of it
This cauldron of lies and the smoke in our eyes
Oh Lady my queen, how bloody the rain
When the fear’s washed away all that’s left is the pain
The thing about death: it can sure leave a stain
Oh Lady don’t lie, can the devil speak true
With violent hands, you're black and you're blue
They burned it all down, nothing’s left here for you
I can't bear the weight of this
Watching you fall into madness and gall
I cant bear the thought of it
Dying without you around
Oh Lady, my love I heard the refrain
With a blade of regret you opened a vein
How can you leave me to shoulder the pain?
Lady, don’t leave me
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The Frail Ophelias is a Shakespeare cover band whose work reimagines Shakespeare one play at a time. Originating from a song cycle commissioned by the Chelsea Music Festival, their debut album, Macbeth, explores and remixes scenes and text from the Scottish play. ... more
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